Air like warm, damp sheets
Ghastly Neon Square Appendages on Concrete Monsters
They beckon in foreign tongues for you to use, consume,take and use
Massage Parlors now take the place of Opium Dens
Do your waking fantasies take flesh here; or can you suppress them into your weak little synapses that flicker like the lights?
The Buddha statues sneer and laugh at you joyfully as they gleam through the gift shop window's
The contorted faces take the images of past friends and past lovers you use to hold dear
The little figures and statues beg to be bought and taken into your warm home
Where you stand know is where a triad boy once stood,
hoping he wouldn't get smacked with a butt of a Mauser 9mm
When your eyes awake, do you still see an electrical void?
It's so cute how one teases himself, overlapping of fear and desire
I ought to leave this place now, the fishy air I can now taste it in my mouth
Remember you will jerk and grasp for air when your leave the this worldscape
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Chinatown Fever Dream
PoetryAn astral and projecting poem that details a surreal experience of Manhattan's Chinatown at night through the eyes of someone who is lucid.
